I lived in your forested eyes
before my oceanic eyes even knew the beauty,
ones pupils could hold.
You were the love
I longed and hoped for,
my fairy tale was you.
We were just stuck in the wrong part of our timelines.
A single moment that would never allow our fairy tale
to have the right ending.

Eventually,
I left your forested eyes,
knowing every pattern surrounding your iris.
I love you.
Why can't I tell you now?
I'm too late.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be...

It's spiraling into the core of my brain.
I want to cry for help,
but you're my only medication.
I dial the ambulance,
but it goes to a voicemail with a familiar voice.

I lost the best thing I had ever known.
I'm sorry.